kids

When I was younger, I always wondered if my stuffed animals, or toys in general, would come to life when I left, like in the movie "Toy Story".

when i was a little kid, i had this idea that everyone was an alien disguiesed a human, and they were plotting against me. Then one day, when i was in the store with my mom, my suspicions were confirmed....I saw my mom push her real alien nose back down so it wouldn't pop out of her human nose. I was an only child. weird imagination :D

When I was younger, I used to think that all humans were robots and they were out to get me. I thought that the world froze and so did the people when I wasn't around them.

I used to believe that toys watched me after watching toy story. I would check everyday if my toy moved at all.

I used to think that remote controlled cars could eat me. Whenever my cousins played with it, I climbed up on the couch trying to avoid being eaten.

When my grandparent came back from a trip to hawaii they gave my father a little bike that worked just like a real one. He showed it to me and told me that a mouse rode up to the house but our cat had scared it off and it left its bike. I believe that for SO many years!

When i was younger my parents thought i was nuts cause everytime they tried to tuck me in it was hard cause i had every single stuffed animal i owned on my bed. i believed that if i didn't have them all on my bed that one of them would feel left out, and wouldn't like me any more.

When i was a young child... about 5 i guess, i had a talking robot, if you left it on for more than 10 minutes without playing with it a siren would go off, so that u could turn it off, that way your battery wouldnt go dead! the first time the siren went off, i thought the police were comming after me because i was wasting electricity???
so i turned it off, and didnt play with it again.

I used to believe…

hey wen i was lilttle i used to bleive wen i was outa side ma room ma teddys all came 2 life and one day cuz ma mum though it was sweet wen i was out she wenand put themm all round the table were i used 2 do ma homework and i then thought for yrs in yrs that my toys were like the sepacail ones on toy story

I used to believe that I had a grey cord attatched to the trunk of my body and that I was "plugged in" to a wall somehow and somewhere..and that I had limited space to move about...but, I think that I was also "just pretending" this as well...kind of for fun!

we were told never tear apart a golf ball because because there is a liquid center that would sqirt in your eye and blind you

I used to believe that all my dolls were alive. It all started after watching the movie "Child's Play" where that boy gets a doll from his mum and it turns out to be alive and it's evil. I believed that all my dolls were alive so I used to lock them away in my wardrobe to stop them from getting out and forcing me to do things. Every night I hear noises coming from my wardrobe...I know they want out but I don't know how much longer I can handle the stress. They're getting inside my head!

I used to believe that all my toys came alive at night and hung out. My friend once told me she actually saw all her barbies and stuffed animals having a party! And I believed her. Plus I thought if I sent my toys down to live in the basement they'd come back to get me! For the longest time I kept every songle toy of mine in my room.

I used to believe that my stuff Mickey toy was alive and that it would attack me whenever I stared at it. So I put it in the storeroom! Finally it was transferred to my Aunt's house and I felt suprisingly comforted, even playing (and staring) at it.

When I was 9 I used to believe that if you jumped on the trampaline high enough you would go into space, i always wondered just high u had to jump so everyday for an hour or more i would jump on our trampaline as high as i could go and after a while my mom asked me why i would always do that n i told her and she set me straight.

When I went to visit one of my cousins, who had the best imagination in the world, we would play all sorts of make-believe games. When I was little, we played the "cupboard game", where we would take one of those big toy microphones that make your voice echo and stand in the cupboard with the door shut and say into the mike where we wanted to go, and then we opened the door and we were at that place/time. We actually saw it, it was weird. One of the rules of these places was you couldn't touch anything green, and once we didn't have time to switch the world back before I went home, so I was stuck in the one place, hopping over the grass to the car and I was stuck in the sixties with swirling multicolours for about a week before my cousin called me up and did a thing with the mike that made it all okay again. Until then I was bugging the hell out of everyone saying "groovy man" just because I thought that was what people in the sixties did all the time.

Another time when I was a bit older, she came to visit me and we played a game set in the future in the local park where we climbed around the climbing things saying "virtual reality" whenever we went through a certain 'door' in the climbing stuff and we shot at eac other with pretend laser guns. Twas fun.